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Matt Forbes - Gloomy Sunday lyrics

Artist: Matt Forbes

album: Coulda Woulda Shoulda


Sunday is gloomy
My hours are slumberless
Dearest, the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where that black coach
Of sorrow has taken you
It's a Gloomy Sunday
Angels have no thought
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you
Soon there'll be candles
And prayers that are said, I know
Let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is a dream
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessin' you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles
And prayers that are said, I know
Let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go
Gloomy Sunday
Saddest of Sundays
It's one Gloomy Sunday
One Gloomy Sunday

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